"I should hope so."
"I beg pardon. I meant Morse's."
"Morse's?"
"Yes. Morse's alphabet."
"No. You must teach it to me."
Thereupon he moved the sounder slowly, giving a letter at a time, and saying:
"A - — L - — - - M — — A - —.
That's your name. Queer sound, isn't it?"
"Let me try. Perhaps I could do it."
"My dear Alma, your father is waiting. You had best remove the things."